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Our InsanityWill you ever forgive me?
Stop putting salt in the wound?
I made a mistake,
As did you.

Repeatedly I have forgiven,
Repeatedly I have swallowed my pride,
Repeatedly I have faced accusation,
For what I have not done.

It is a fault of mine,
To tire of being punished,
For things I have not done,
To do the crime that fits the punishment.

In this way, I keep you honest,
I allow you to be infallible,
Sacrificing my sanity,
To make you appear sane.

Amends have been made,
Yet again you punish without warrant,
Crazed with fear,
Your insanity drives mine.

My musicAch, muzyczko, nie uciekaj.
złapię oddech, ty zaczekaj.
Twoje dźwięki są szalone,
głębią, barwą dopełnione.
Rozkosz moim zmysłom dajesz,
tworzyć nigdy nie przestajesz.
Pobudzasz mą wyobraźnię,
z tobą zawsze jest mi raźniej.
Tworzysz klimat i nastroje,
to,co twoje jest i moje.
Porywasz swym dzikim brzmieniem,
że ja sama już nic nie wiem...
Jesteś piękna i wytworna,
czasem czuła lub zadziorna.
Kontemplować ciebie pragnę,
aż ty całą mną zawładniesz.
Wzruszenie ci ofiaruję,
tak bardzo cię

PoliticosPútrido arte
con rendimiento nefasto
diseñado y no sentido
todo para disimular, engañar y convencer;
esa es tu sonrisa.

Desvivido odio
por la raza humana;
ya sea por codicia o ignorancia
tu reino se cae bajo tus pies
y no haces nada.

Hijas de la sombra
destinadas a pulsar botones
con ausencia total
de arrepentimiento;
esas son vuestras caras.

Dejad al mundo respirar
porque no siempre será de noche,
algún día os tocará darnos oxígeno
y, creedme, nos hartaremos,
respiraremos hasta oxidarnos,
y escupiremos vuestros huesos.

Políticos.

Pretty Girls/Nervous GuysPretty girls all around
Nervous guys never make a sound

Pretty girls swarm the summer
Nervous guys can't get a number

Pretty girls set heart's tone
Nervous guys flock to friend zone

Pretty girls are the masters
Nervous guys, crack like plaster

Pretty girls fill hearts once empty
Nervous guys, simmer with envy

Of men more confident than they
Still the nervous guy won't say

Nervous guys sit at bay
While all the pretty girls waltz away

MotherlandI will shout

Once again

Your name

Your woman name

I will feel

In my skin

All the wounds

Of your skin

And I shall

Lull to sleep

The angel

Of death

Who wants to kiss

With blood your

Forehead

Why are your jungles

Sweating in war?

Why are your mountains

Silencing mercilessly

The voice that remains?

Quench this thirst I feel

With drops of coffee and aguardiente

Can your people fathom how it hurts

Having to leave, leaving you there?

Can your daughters imagine how it aches

Having you deep inside of what I cherish the most?

Can your sons stop and think how painful it is

Having to take just a little piece of you with me?

Ca

Two sides.;There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.” -Ayn Rand

There are those outfitters, that sun burn, strugglers. Those wierded, estranged quitters, but I find peace in no remorse, my greed and need are open doors... open for a future whim. In fateful determination, in ill-will for the bashful evil side of forever win.

Cadaverous did you know, that you can dance?
In its own language –the ancient tongue;
The cosmos waits for new romance.
Like Open books riddled with twists and turns;
In a furnace deep, crafted by nature;
There where your desire holds, and burns.
Starli

ChwileByłeś przy mnie...
oddychałeś,
swoim głosem mnie wspierałeś.
Tak mi dobrze było z Tobą.
Zajmowałeś mnie rozmową.
Czasem droczysz się celowo,
wsłuchujesz się w każde słowo.
Wiem, że pragniesz, ja to czuję,
ale Cię nie zaniedbuję...
Lubisz, gdy jestem wesoła,
mocniej Twoje serce woła.
Twoje słowa biegną ku mnie,
są zachłanne, czułe, dumne.
Bawiąc się rozkosznie nimi,
memu sercu - jesteś miły.

Yo te tengoYo te tengo,
sentada en mi dedo meñique firme
y pesas
muchísimo, voy a partirme el dedo;

Pero sigues ahí, impasiva,
¿no te das cuenta del daño que me haces?
no quiero que te largues,
sólo déjame un espacio que me recupere;
necesito vendar este desastre
y pasar a otro nuevo
que día a día se me están acumulando.

Existen dos personas,
yo y la que vive,
y no, no se me ha olvidado el tipo,
llevo pensando en él décadas;
Pues no soy de ninguna manera una de las dos,
a mí me gusta considerarme una tercera que
observa,
o una cuarta si es que esa es tu creencia

AD LIBAD LIB

PICTURES IN MEMORIES
RELIVING OLD MOVIES
THE DAYS OF NEW
LOST SOULS THAT MET
WORDS COMPELLED
TOUCH TRANQUILIZE
FEELINGS MEMORIZED
A PERFECT AFFAIR
WANTING TO KNOW
ONE'S THOUGHTS
ONE'S AFFLICTION
SYMPTOMS OF DENIAL
CONTENTION HARMONIZE
HEART OF ICE
MONTAINS DANCE
NOTHING TO PROVE
ALL TO PROVE
LOOK OF EYES
CAN'T DENY
FEEL THE BEAT
TOUCH A SOUL
HOLDS INSIDE
RIGHT NOW
JUST AD LIB

Labios descosidosDescose tus labios
y habla de la primavera que te perdiste,
abrázame y gira a mi alrededor,
cuéntame cuánto me he perdido.

Sé tu misma,
dime que me has echado de menos,
mírame a los ojos y haz que
el tiempo no haya pasado,
pero sobretodo abrázame
y no dejes de girar a mi lado.

Public Display of Autism:Public Display of Autism:

If he falls to the floor, kicking and screaming, because there’s no chicken nuggets, it’s just his way of coping. Be patient, you’ll get your turn to order.

If she bumps her head and starts to hit herself in the face, don’t stare, it’s her frustration. Mom will handle it, she see’s it everyday.

If dad is cutting his child’s food, he’s not treating him like baby. He just doesn’t want his son to choke.

If she ignores your child on the playground, she’s not a brat. She’s just not good at social interaction. She would love to play with your child, s

Dolor de cabeza y abandonoTodavía me duele la cabeza...

He malgastado una tarde más,
la he apilado en un montón de tardes gastadas
y empiezo a tener miedo de esa gran montaña
porque como llegue a caerse acabaré aplastado.

Puede ser fruto de una profunda adicción,
pero el problema es que ésta forma parte de mí,
ahora solo pienso en lo fácil que es distraerme;
"Hay una esquina que sobresale del tejado,
si yo fuera spiderman saltaría...".

La luz me molesta en los ojos,
quiero leer a Benedetti,
pero se me olvida,
quiero salir a la calle,
pero tengo que vestirme,
y se me olvida.

Hoy se ha terminado el tiempo;
mañana será uno de esos días nuevos,
esos en los que piensas

I have fallenI have fallen
I could barely gain air
Shock is a luxury
As the blood drips from my hands
You leave me defenseless
My heart is still pounding
But thats ok
The rain comes down
From the inside and outside
It changes everything
When your life is signed over
Its easier to pretend
But I turn away
But only to come back
I have fallen
You come running back
When I embrace my demon
Suddenly the colors turn black and blue
I haven fallen
Strength isn't a option anymore
The rain turns to snow
Your drink is more bitter
But you still smile
I have fallen
When there is no more morphine left
You leave
The nights doesn't come without dosage
Fear is my only numbn

Util, competente, infortunado, atrevido y estupidoSé útil
y deja de nadar en un mar de hojarasca
que para eso tienes un puñado
de gotas de lluvia
apelmazadas en un mismo suelo.

Sé competente
antes de que la libertad te aprisione
y no puedas salir
más que a casa o al trabajo
con ojo avizor clavado en tu nuca.

Sé infortunado
sin amargura ni lástima,
que las sonrisas son los pilares del mundo
y sirve más la risa
que la tristeza y la rabia.

Sé atrevido
al estudiar tus razonamientos
y no empieces a actuar
hasta que no estés completamente seguro
de quién controla tu mente.

Sé estúpido
por confiar en el mundo que te rodea
y no dejes de hacerlo,
porque gracias a gente como tú
lucho por ser
útil,

SANDCASTLES Like the sea WaSANDCASTLES

Like the sea
Washing out sandcastles
So are my memories
Of you

Timeless travelers
Through the cosmos
We met
Briefly again

And what was a beginning
Became and end
And the end
A new beginning

My teachers of Life
Are not magicians
With pointed hats
And painted stars
Draped in deep black

My teachers of Life
Are seemingly ruthless
And careless
About anything
But themselves

My teachers are the sea
Washing out my sandcastles
Leaving only the memory
Of what I used to be.

Boulder, Colorado, USA
March, 1984
Eleanor Astier

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Success

by ~SourAir, Nov 9, 2012, 3:35:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Concrete Poetry

I know I can't do this,
so why even try?
Just another beat missed,
another reason to cry.

Success just hates me,
but I need to taste it,
to feel it and know it,
that's why I can't quit.

I'm so used to failure,
so what's the real risk?
It'll just be another name
on my unsuccessful list.

I'll take a step forward
and let myself fly.
I wonder what'll happen
if I let myself try.